After the mild spell of confusion and explanation they found out that the apple, the one that Ezio also has, had caused this issue to happen.

You could now find the two in Ezio's study, looking curiously at the culprit. The culprit being the golden sphere sitting in a box on the table.

Now, you might find this situation eerily similar to one that took place back in Altair's study when he was poking around at the object himself. You also might argue that this was a stupid idea for them to do and that I should stop breaking the 4rth wall trying to explain things to you, but if the apple got him here it might just get him back, and I am in control of this trainwreck so stfu.

Ezio tilted his head slightly, his hood now down, and looked at Altair.

Altair, of course, still donned his hood, and replied with an unamused stare.

Obviously there was still some hostility in the air.

Ezio finally broke the stiff silence, coughing a bit uncomfortably.

"So, should I touch it?"

Altair almost hit the other, going instead to throw him a glare. "Are you serious, that's how I got into this mess!" He bristled. At least his speech was a bit more fluid in what Ezio had said was Italian. Though he could still speak Arabic, it seemed that the apple had nicely allowed him to understand and speak the others language, allowing him to put into words how much of a terrible idea that would be.

Ezio made a little helpless noise, throwing his hands up. "We're not just going to stand around here staring at it then? Maybe holding it again will get you back to Masyaf." He said motioning towards the apple and then to the taller assassin. They couldn't do nothing, because that would have an outcome of nothing! Nothing ventured nothing gained goddamit, this was his territory, Altair can go back to his own time.

The taller of the two sighed, looking suspiciously at the apple. If someone had to touch it, it wasn't going to be him. Falling on your ass onto a roof was fucking painful and he was not eager to relive it if it happened again. If. He hated that word. He needed an absolute.

"If anything, you should touch it first." Altair said lowly.

Ezio scoffed, "Is the big Master scared? Fine, I'll handle it."

Before Altair could bite back a response, Ezio had the artifact in his hands.

The apple glowed, and Ezio's eyes rolled back into his head. He swayed dangerously and was about to hit the ground when Altair caught his shoulder.

Around this time was when shit hit the fan.

The light that the apple was emitting was blinding to say the least. Altair couldn't see anything, and he was almost certain that Ezio couldn't either in his current state.

Altair shut his eyes, familiar with the process because the exact same damn thing happened a mere hour ago when he was zapped to this place. He held on to the smaller's shoulder tightly, hoping for the worst

Ah, there was that floating feeling again. Up we go, the blue squares basically swallowing them whole. It felt like his entire being was being shoved into a small box, not to mention him dragging ezio along with, his unconscious hands still holding a death grip on the golden sphere. At least the Italian assassin didn't drop it like he had, that apple could possibly be their only way out, assuming that damned thing was hauling them to another place/time.

Man, Altair had to put up with a lot of shit in his time.

They dropped unceremoniously onto some flat ground like place. All that Altair knew was that it was a LOT more rough than the last time. The drop has successfully knocked the wind out of him, breathing out a wheeze of pain.

The still figure next to him which he assumed to be Ezio stirred and held it's head, groaning.

"My god, what happened" Ezio groaned, not even bothering to sit up, favoring instead to cradle his aching head.

Altair sat up groggily, blinking a few times before snapping back to you're-in-uncharted-territory mode. He was on his feet in seconds, checking the area before dubbing it "safe" for now. Whatever that was supposed to mean. No flirty strangers this time.

"You grabbed the apple, like an idiot, and we got sent here." Altair snapped, helping the other to his feet before hitting his rather hardly on the back of his head.

Ezio groaned, swatting away Altair's hand a bit too slow. "I feel like I have the worst hangover right now, shut up."

Altair scoffed, turning away to get a better look at their surroundings. Roof again, it seemed. They looked to be in some kind of city, lots of people walking around, but not as… clean looking as venice had? Something about it was different, but the most noticeable thing was the language.

Dear lord why couldn't they just speak Arabic. He'd even take Italian at this point, seriously, he didn't need a new language with funny sounding words.

"Hey, Ezio, they're speaking a different language."

Ezio stopped rubbing his eyes and looked up, listening to the commoners talk on the street.

"Ahh, French, I know a bit of this language!" He said with a smile, jogging over to the edge of the roof to peek at the people.

Altair rolled his eyes, just his luck to be stuck in this second level of hell with Ezio. He barely knew the guy and he already signed him up on the asshole list.

Ezio suddenly spoke up, "I think theres a river or something over there, we should go to a high place to see if we're in France, or just a French speaking area."

The taller of the two blinked, looking over at Ezio.

"What?"

"That makes sense. Good job, novice."

Altair was off to the tower, a livid Ezio trailing angrily behind, every once and a while yelling insults in Italian at him.

Ah, he missed this, free running through a city. Sure the buildings were weird and had different areas to grab and swing off, but it was basically the same thing.

Ezio was feeling the same way, having cooled off from the uncalled for comment from the older assassin. He occupied his mind with ways to get back at the other.

okay time to fuck things up